FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
37
Janet Parkhurst
Heaven's Branding
I dreamed one night I stood before the pearly gates. Would I know my loved ones there? Some debate.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
41
Janet Moore
Jinglin' The Horses Home
There's a place my mind may wander When the world starts closin' in, To a time when I was younger And we neighbored work with friends.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
43
Myrt Wallis
Rain In The Night
It had rained in the night Before we rode out. Our horses' feet Left perfect footprints
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
44
Sharlot Hall
Wild Morning Glories
Once in a wind-swept, sunburned land Where long, rought hills come crawling down, Crowding the little valley hard With buttes like paws, rock-clawed and brown
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
45
Linda Hussa
His Cowgirl Rides The Copper Horse
Horse heads hung sleepy over stall doors in the narrow alley of the barn, she perched on the horseshoe keg, he leaned on the anvil, while they talked
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
46
Sally Bates
I Never Wanted To "Mother Up"
When you pen the cows and babies After movin' several miles Sometimes the two will separate An' stay that way a while.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
48
Jody Strand
The Hired Man
My son came home from school one day and he had a big, black eye. I asked him how he got it and this was his reply.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
50
Georgie Sicking
Be Yourself
When I was young and foolish the women said to me, "Take off those spurs and comb your hair, if a lady you will be.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
52
Lyn DeNaeyer
The Overseer (in memory of Dad)
Seems a natural fact that spring is mostly wind here 'bouts. Comes howlin' 'round the meadow and scampers up the draw
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
55
Barbara Bockelman
The Cowtank
When we thought No one was around, We girls sought The cowtank By the pens Near the road On a summer afternoon.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
57
Pat Frolander
Independence
Cookie jar empty Cowboy hat gone Small boy bootprints lead toward the barn.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
58
Deanna Dickinson McCall
Hot Iron
Ropes and wood fire, seemingly total chaos abounds Amid choking dust and deafening bawls The call of "HOT IRON" clearly sounds.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
60
Dee Strickland Johnson
Fredonia
I saddle up one afternoon and happily I hum the tune of some old plaintive cowboy song. As if to say I'd got it wrong,
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
62
Elizabeth Ebert
She Loved Her Horses
She loved her horses. From the time She learned to walk, she never did If she could ride there on a horse. She was a coltish sort of kid With long slim legs and wind-tossed mane
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
65
Laurie Wagner Buyer
For Brandy At Age Twenty-One
Over the hill as horses go, but still coltish, spooked by any movement of breeze-blown brush or flushed bird, your red hide shines with excited sweat
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
66
Linda Bark'karie
Ridin'
Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle, sit up straight and try not to fiddle.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
67
"Australie" (Mrs. Heron)
The Muster
Come, mount ye your horses, away let us ride, For we've many a mile ere the eventide;
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
68
Virginia Bennett
El Fuego De Sonora
Each night he comes to the ridgetop Overlooking the rancho below. Sparks fly from his hooves, dark and flashing And lightning reflects in the blaze of his coat.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
70
Veronica Weal
An Owner's Lament
So you're going to buy a horse, my friend, and fill your life with bliss, And you picture happy days astride when nothing goes amiss.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
73
Myrt Wallis
Little Horse
Little horse So brave and true I have become a part of you.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
74
Kay Kelley
To Foxy
Sweet mare, if all I did was watch As you run and buck and play, Marvel at your thund'ring power When you charge and whirl away
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
76
Georgie Sicking
The Greatest Sport
An old Nevada mustang as wild as she could be... I'll tell you all for sure, She made a gambler out of me.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
78
Marion Fitzgerald
Country Girls
Country girls, untamed curls, Curls embracing the breeze, Tangling manes in tuggin reins, Frolicking as they please.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
79
Debra Coppinger Hill
Listen
When the horses talk to me, They tell me many things, Whats and hows of yesterday, Why the nighthawk sings.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
81
Helen B. Odom
Post Script: Texa Wimmin
I plumb fergot ter say-- "WIMMEN is WIMMEN," tew, That allus does ac-com-plish Whatever thay tries ter do.